Breast feeding vs Bottle feeding! The Big Fight....

Right this might be a bit ranty but I'm annoyed so bear with me...

Today on This Morning we saw a debate between a Pro Breastfeeding woman and a Pro Bottle feeding women (their names escape me).

I'm over the moon that Ruth, the presenter, actually admitted that she struggled with breastfeeding and felt guilty about it because of the media and professionals. I am also over the moon that the Pro Bottle feeding lady won the viewers vote about who we thought was right in the debate, albeit by 1% but a win is a win! But the 49% & 51% just proves the devide between the country!

Before Rocky was born I was all set to breastfeed. I had bought a hand held pump and loads of things to aid breastfeeding. I knew what I was getting into, I'd done my research and I had breastfed Kyd for 6 months, although that was 10 years ago. I spoke to ladies online about it and I even read up on Pro Breastfeeding blogs.... although I was aware some people just couldn't and so wasn't really pushing myself in any direction just prepared for any eventuality so had bottles and formula too.

Nothing prepared me for what was to come though!

He was 3 weeks early and tongue tied.

He struggled to latch onto the breast from the very start. I tried and tried and tried again on day 1 in the hospital and was told to keep trying. Eventually they told me he was tongue tied and to express into a syringe and drip feed him. I hardly got a single drop into it so how was that any better? But the midwife was there massaging my boobs and expressing into this tiny thing for ages until she got, a massive, 2ml, which was so painful. She said I'd have to do this at home too until my milk came in properly. I was ready and set to do this for him, as feeding him was my main priority but then I asked the following question...

'Should I top him up with formula so I know what he's getting?'

OH MY.... I was shot down like a terrorist. How dare I suggest it. 

'No dear, there is no need for that. If you make the effort so will he!' said with a patronising glow on her face.

I was so annoyed as Kyd had issues feeding and we were told in that hospital that this is what would be done, that much I remembered, which is why I suggested it. I went with it. We got home and I tried so hard to carry on hand expressing and struggled. I went to the midwife run drop in at the hospital to discuss cutting his tongue tie and they showed me other ways of feeding from the breast and suggested an electric pump and to come back in a few days. So we went and bought one, which wasn't cheap.  

Aged just 4 days he had a midwife come and weigh him... 12% weight loss and becoming slightly jaundice. I knew deep down he wasn't getting enough but we were told to carry on over and over, so I thought I was being over cautious as a new mum, but we weren't!

We were rushed into hospital, where he was seen by the Peads department and we were told....

'GIVE HIM A BOTTLE TOP UP'

Are you fricking kidding me???  

I explained to the doctors what had been happening for the 4 long days of his life and they were so annoyed! Not only had if I'd have topped him up with formula, would we not have been there but there was completely no need to have his tongue tie snipped as it wasn't that restricting and would stretch over time! The contradicting advice between professionals at the same hospital was overly and unnecessarily confusing!

So we topped him up with formula every few hours. It was harder than it sounds as because of his weight loss he was so weak he just slept all the time. He wasn't interested in feeding.

ALL BECAUSE WE WERE GIVEN THE WRONG ADVICE!

After all that, it turned out I had a life threatening blood clot and was on a lot of medication not only to thin my blood but to ease the pain. With all this I couldn't breastfeed so I was told to express and throw it away until the meds slowed down and it was safe for him.

Even though it was dangerous to feed him myself because the drugs would be in my milk, I still got bombarded with people telling me that I needed to breastfeed him! I had midwives and breastfeeding specialists coming in and looking into the different meds etc and each told me the same thing... 

'carry on expressing you'll get there soon enough and it will be worth it in the end' 

The doctor made the most sense...

**with a confused look on his face**
'you're going to express and tip it down the sink for 6 months and bottle feed him on formula and then expect him to remember how to latch on to the breast? That's just a lot of work and not very practical! but it's up to you'

NO it's not practical is it, well said Mr Doctor you tell the others that!!

Communication people...COMM-UNI-CATION!!

Why is it Pro or Against anyway? Why isn't it the choice of the parents?  

This frustrates me so much! It's not fair to bombard parents with breastfeeding info that are not breastfeeding?! Fair enough at the beginning and during pregnancy educate them about the pros of breastfeeding but after that just do it when they want it or ask for it

Tailor the info to the parents and baby not to the governments standards!

If they don't want to and can't, don't make them feel guilty. 

A new mum, first time or not, is vulnerable, hormonal and completely knackered! She has no doubt made her choice and decided for or against breastfeeding. She is under a lot of pressure to get everything right and when she can't, she feels like she has failed at the most natural thing on earth... Being a mother! 

This can lead to Baby Blues and Post Natal Depression, which can lead to all sorts of mental issues and problems. Believe me I know.
 

Why do we have to be made to feel we've failed as mothers?

We are told in the media that you bond better with a baby when breastfed.... leaving you feeling like you're not bonding if you don't.

We are also told in the media that it is better for their health if they're breastfed.... leaving bottle fed mums feeling the pressure of failure at the first sniffle.

We are told that bottle feeding babies leads to obesity.... REALLY? Are you sure that's not the McDonalds and Greggs on every corner making it easier to feed children crap rather than cooking?

I wish I could wake some people up....
SOMETIMES Mother Nature says NO! 
That is not the mothers fault and to be tutted at and patronised is not going to help her hormonal sensitivities about what is out of their hands when it comes to feeding. 

Who's choice is it anyway? 

The silly thing is I can see both sides and I was desperate to breastfeed Rocky for many reasons and was left feeling like a failure for being to ill to do so. I resented the meds I was on even though they were in fact keeping me alive and I felt my  PND come creeping back like a baddy sneaking up on Harry Potter.

I was left feeling isolated and useless even though I had prepared for all that could go wrong. I think if it was said to be my choice and left at that I'd have been fine about it.... but they just kept jabbing at me making me feel like I'd failed.

How dare they, actually how dare anybody, make me feel bad about the way I feed my baby. Would you rather I drug him with contaminated milk??

As long as the baby is happy and healthy and not at risk (which Rocky would have been if I'd NOT listened to them) who cares??

Leave new mums alone...

Stop with the breastfeeding bombardment it's not always our fault

I'M PRO CHOICE!!  
.....and my choice is to stay alive and not drug my baby so I choose Bottle Feeding.... so shoot me!

Post Natal DVT - 'This could have been Fatal'

So Yesterday my leg went purple I've not been able to settle or get comfy on my hip for days, laying, standing sitting all hurt, it was so frustrating... I just assumed my body was recovering from Labour and so I just got on with it.

My Mum's reaction...
This morning though, I phoned my mum in a panic as I wasn't sure it was just recovery any more I'd been in agony all night and it was getting slowly more and more purple. My mum, who I use like my very own NHS direct, would normally just calm me down, laugh at me and tell me something herbal like put a tea bag on it, but she sounded panicked! She said I had to go to the Hospital right there and then! She never sounds panicked, she's a nurse she's always seen and done worse, so she never panics like that, it worried me. I told her I would go to the GP first see what she said. I made an appointment and between then and the initial phone call to my mum she rang me 5 times! Hoff began to panic then too. Her words were 'Alice if you leave this and it is a DVT, which I suspect it is, you could die and leave Hoff as a single Dad'. I knew what DVT was. It's a blood clot that can start in the leg and move up and if not treated it could be a killer as it can reach your heart, lungs or brain. The words DVT and the thought of not seeing my kids again and leaving them with no mum, was enough to kick me up the bum. She had been discussing me with her doctor friends and they had said that I should have had injections whilst in hospital, as I was at risk of DVT due to being almost bed ridden throughout my stay! Especially during an 11hr Epidural! Also because my rib condition is an inflammatory disease and post natal DVT is in my family history. They said that it was negligent that they weren't given to me and that there was a lot about my whole experience so far that they'd have all done differently..... Jeeeees how ridiculous if it has been a slip up I will not be happy!

Denial...
In the back of my head I was still thinking this was just nothing. I was used to them checking me for clots it was my 3rd time in hospital for the same sort of thing but in different parts of my body. This had been the only one that I was exceptionally worried about because it was obvious there wasn't much else it could be. BUT me being me I was trying to ignore it along with the pain. I was not going to panic properly until they say the words 'It's definitely a DVT'. The pain was in my hip and groin though, yeah my leg was swollen and heavy like a DVT but it was really the hip that was hurting, so I thought it was just a trapped nerve or even a fracture! That was getting me through the day.

The GP...
So when I got to the GP she took one look and said 'uhhhh yeah that doesn't look right does it?!'. She is a brilliant GP, she doesn't make me feel silly or small and she listens and understands that if I am going to her I've tried the basics and they haven't worked, or I wouldn't be there, so she jumps straight in to the medical stuff. I hate wasting doctors time so if I feel the need to go to them then it's because I'm actually worried and have tried everything else before getting there. All my GPs in the past have been patronising, dismissing or just generally not interested so she's been a breath of fresh air. She is interested in all the weird and wonderful parts of medicine and so my Teitze syndrome has been more of an interest for her.
Anyway she looked very concerned and she decided after checking me over that I had to go to the DVT clinic at the hospital quite urgently. She said it could be an infection in my hip BUT she wanted to rule out DVT because she's pretty sure that it is indeed a DVT she asked if the hospital had given me any injections during my stay but they hadn't and she looked puzzled...... so my mum was right to be worried and right when she said they should've been giving me the injections whilst in there. Hmmmm had they just forgotten to give them to me? If so... was this all their fault?

But still I was thinking it was just probably an infection, strain or trapped nerve and I was wasting everybody's time but we made our way to the hospital.


The DVT clinic...
I hobbled from the car to the clinic whilst Hoff carried Rocky in the car seat. It's a good job Kyd was still at school or we would have been stuck with both kids in a very small and stuffy waiting room and it wouldn't have been very nice.
The DVT nurse called us in. She was lovely talked me through what they do, took one look at my leg and said 'YEP looks like an above the knee DVT to me, we will send you for a scan right now to see where it is and what we can do next BUT you may have to stay in'.... Oh my godddddd!!!! I am so sick of hospitals. Please god not another stay in. I wasn't willing to leave my 9 day old baby either so I told her I'd have to be put somewhere I could take him with me.... I knew this was a long shot but it was worth a try I'm not leaving him.

The Scan...
We hopped over to the X-ray department and Hoff was looking quite scared. We got there and they saw us quite quickly. She started scanning around my thigh and then my groin... nothing?! but that was where the pain was.... she moved further and further up my stomach and then she asked how old baby was, odd question I thought but she then said my uterus was still quite swollen compared to what it should have been that she'd note it but she thinks they might send me over to gynecology.... something more to add to the list! Joy!
She was rushing around my stomach with the scanner and she soon started doing measurements. She then stopped said it's definitely a DVT and you're really lucky to catch it as it's very high up already. I explained that my mum had used the scare tactic to get me there and she said I owed her a drink she'd saved my life!! She said the words 'This could have been fatal in less than a few days' IT WAS THAT BAD!!! OMG REALLY? The whole it's nothing thing had faded into the background and the panic had set in I looked at Hoff who looked petrified. She said Hop foot it back up there you need urgent treatment. Hoff hurried me out of the door and I sucked up the panic and decided to smile so not to worry him further. My phone rang and I had no signal, all I heard was 'is that Rhys' mum?....' then it went dead.... he was at after school club I thought there was something wrong. So when I got signal I rung them back, much to Hoff's disgust as we were told to go back asap so he was rushing me. Turns out it was Kyd's new Social Worker and she was arranging a time to come and see us, it could have waited after all. Hoff was mad at me for being so flippant with what I'd just been told but I was happy to take in the news slowly it was all happening so quick.

The Decisions...
So the DVT nurse saw me again. I had sent Hoff home to feed Rocky as I couldn't have him fed in a horrid waiting room and collect Kyd and so that I could deal with this in my head as I knew he was worried and that upsets me.
She looked at me smiled and said it's OK we can fix it. I was relatively calm actually, considering I'd just found out I could've died. She explained where the clot was and showed me on a picture. It wasn't far from my heart or lungs really and that sort of brought it home. She was so up beat that it was hard to be worried. She explained I'd have to have blood thinning injections in my stomach for a while until my INR blood levels were between 2 and 3 and that I would be on tablet form of Warfrain, another blood thinner in the form of a pill, for 6 months because it is an above the knee DVT. She informed me I'd have regular blood tests too to make sure my warfrain dose and INR levels are correct. My first blood test had already been done and my next was on Monday morning. She had said that due to the consultant saying there was no need to keep me in if the baby etc would suffer so I could go home. This was really good news but I was worried it was then up to me to keep an eye on my health and maybe the hospital was the best place for me.... but I don't think I could handle that mentally. I don't know what would've been best but I wanted my own house, bed and a cuddle with my boys so I wasn't going to argue. She gave me a canvas bag full of leaflets, needles and Warfrain and went through them bit by bit. She then went on to give me a list of things that I had to ring 999 for or rush to the hospital for.... the list wasn't as small as I thought, I began to get scared.

Injecting Myself...
I've had these before in the hospital when they thought I had a lung clot but I've never done them to myself. For the next few days though this was going to have to be my job.... I was going to have to inject myself!! I'm not squeamish, I don't mind needles or anything like that but to do it to myself made me want to be sick. But needs must... Hoff was in fact squeamish, so I didn't want to ask him to do it I was scaring him enough as it was.
She started the injections there and then so that she could talk me through it, watch me do it and the fact if I didn't I could die! So here we go, I told myself, I watched closely, she made me do it myself and it was quite easy and simple actually but it stang like a...... lol. it bruised quite quickly too but I could deal with that. I just have to do it again tomorrow by myself!!.... I'm scared I'll do it wrong but I have to do it. Man Up Baillie!!!!!

At Home...
So I rung Hoff and told him to come and get me and he rushed back over in the car with the kids in tow. He looked at me with these big eyes and all I could see was fear. He was just a normal man that had been nowhere near the hospital since he was born, yet in the few short years he had been with me he had become regular to the point he could tell you where most departments were. He had been scared to death so many times watching both Me and Kyd suffer and last week Rocky too. Labour was bad enough for him to watch but to hear the words 'this could have been fatal' cut him quite deep I think. I smiled at him knowing inside I wanted to cry and said 'It's fine, I'll be fine' I then distracted myself by talking to Kyd all the way home.

When we got in I went through everything the nurse had said to me. I explained each thing that we had to be aware of and each thing that would be classed as an emergency. He looked even more scared. I felt horrible like I was taking part of his heart out. People forget about the people around when news like this comes in, he was panicked, my mum was panicked and those I'd told that understood it, were panicked too. It can be treated but if we hadn't got to it in time, that's where the scary thoughts were. He had watched me through the most hideous pregnancy, then a horribly long and painful labour and then slowly losing my health up to this diagnosis...... and there was absolutely nothing he could do to help me either. I text a few people around us some info as to what was going on, as I thought they needed to know so that Hoff had help with the kids whatever happened, whether I was in hospital or not. I was going to be out of action for a while, much to my annoyance, so he needed some help. My mum is coming to stay again next week as Hoff was supposed to go to work Monday, his paternity leave is over and we can't afford any more time off, so at least I have someone with us.

I have to go to sleep now, if I can, but tomorrow is a new day...... the first day of the rest of my life.

Just To Clear Something Up... We Are Not Scroungers!

My son is disabled....
He has Down Syndrome.
He has regular health issues.
Regular check ups.
Hospital appointments.
And new problems arising everyday.
He has little speech and communication.
This causes frustration, which in turn leads to violence and tantrums.
We have had to learn new ways to communicate.
This sets him apart from his peers and he knows this causing more frustration.
We have to become translators to others... often causing even more frustration on his part.
We have to be extra aware in public due to this.
We also have the extra worry that if lost, he then will not be able to communicate who, what, why, where etc.
Due to lack of all of the above he needs constant watching and reassurance.
He also wears a hearing aid.
He has lack of understanding of his surroundings and of danger most of the time.
This causes danger to himself and others.
He has poor muscle tone.
He walks less than a few metres before he has problems mentally and physically.
He falls over a lot.
We have to use a very large buggy to cart him around if walking distances where we can't stop.
We have problems pushing him because he's so heavy as he is now 9yo.
He is too heavy and too tall to carry.
He has chronic constipation due to a lazy bowel and only goes once a week with medication.
This makes him uncomfortable, in constant pain and frustration.
He has 2 sets of clothes, 1 for when his belly is swollen (before meds) and 1 for when he's not (after meds)
This also leaves problems after his meds are given due to lack of control of his bowel (use your imagination).
His immune system is very low so he catches everything.
Winter is hell for us due to this constant illness.
We tend not to leave the house and he misses a lot of school.
This stops his routines.
This also stops him having a normal active life like his peers.
I also get ill because he gets ill... this is the way of parenthood though.
We struggle to get normal things done a lot of the time due to the problems listed above.

I struggle to find jobs flexible enough to work around his constant illness making me unreliable.
I am now and have been for 9 years, a full time, stay at home CARER.
THIS IS MY JOB.
It is a 24/7 kind of job.
It is hard mentally and physically.
I do not get paid for it.
I do not receive a single benefit to help with MY living costs in exchange for it.
Therefore we are a single wage family.
Hoff is taxed as much as the rest of the working public.
We are not entitled to any form of Tax credits.

Kyd however, receives Disability Living Allowance.... Does that make us scroungers??

I have missed so much out of this and I know other parents of Down Syndrome children and children with other disabilities, will be able to relate and add to the list as each of our children are so similar yet so different.... so be open to interpretation whilst thinking of people you know with these problems.

I have recently had a fight on my hands and I am proud to say I won. I went to a tribunal to fight for Kyd's right to have his Higher Rate Disability Living Allowance reinstated. It took a whole year with very little money, lot's of work for me to do, lot's of note taking, statement getting, research and diary writing. I got as much evidence from as many people as I possibly could to prove to the Government that Kyd was as disabled as I had told them in my forms....

That's right, I had to prove my son had the problems he had because my word nor that of ALL of Kyd's specialists were enough to get an agreement from the office workers who decide on, just by reading some badly planned out forms that need a degree to fill out, that my child actually has the generic problems that come with Down Syndrome that haven't really changed much over all these years...

Shame they can't do the research themselves about even the smallest generic problems concerning each disability and store it on a system that these office workers can reference when doing their jobs.... instead of causing heartache to the parents by making them feel like they are lying scum that are trying to fiddle the government out of the little they actually give to the disabled now.

After winning my fight we decided that the best way to ease our lives with Kyd's issues would be to get a mobility car, which we were entitled to now he had his full claim. We had been struggling not having a car and although we would have loved to, we just couldn't afford to run one anyway. With our new full claim we were able to get on the mobility scheme and by doing this we would be able to transport Kyd around and have an easier life knowing that he was in fact safer than he is walking. Those of you with cars will understand how much easier it is to have one when you need to go anywhere with children or in a rush. Those of you without cars will understand those times that you could just do with a car, if you times that by twenty, that is our everyday need for a car.... We could go on living without a car... but if one is on offer and will make both Kyd's and our family life easier, why would we turn our nose up at it?

I have come up against some prejudice about the fact that we are now on the mobility scheme from those who are obviously quite ignorant to our situation. Although not to my face which I resent quite a bit. I would like to set the story straight and give you another way of looking at it so that you can have a fully rounded opinion on the situation I hope and pray you will never find yourself in. Therefore giving you a more open view and a less one sided argument.

We are not faking an illness to receive this benefit we quite obviously have reasons why we receive it.
We quite simply want and need to ease our life, so we can concentrate on the things that we can help, rather than worrying about the consequences of those situations we can't.
This is what this benefit is there for after all.
Hoff works bloody hard to provide for us and we are a one wage family because I currently can't help towards the situation because of the above situation, and as much as that makes me feel guilty, he does a bloody good job and works bloody hard and continuously to give us a roof to live under. 
We don't receive any other help from the government apart from this Disability Allowance to help Kyd.

I am pretty sure most of you concerned get tax credits etc which are from the government and paid for by the tax payers... just like Disability Living Allowance.

So what makes you any different to us?

We too have to save for everything we buy, for every time we go out and for everything we need because we can't afford to just spend willy nilly. We couldn't afford the car, we so desperately need, without the help of the Disability Allowance and we are so grateful for that. We do not take this for granted and we do not expect anything from anyone apart from what we are told by the guidelines of the government that we are entitled too!

... You can afford to run your cars and wear all your lovely new clothes, go out, buy new things and live your lives as a family on the money you get for the hard work you do... but you struggle...

I understand that... because we are exactly the same, except we have all the added fun of the above mentioned daily life to contend with.

If you are having problems with cash but can afford to run a car, smoke, drink, have sky, go out and buy random purchases.... maybe you should look at your outgoings rather than attacking the people who are getting the tiny bit of help that they fully deserve and are entitled to.

The negativity and ignorance you show towards my situation and the situation of others just screams at me that you have your own issues and in fact we are just a scape goat for the loathing of the situation you are in.... Bit harsh but I'm pissed off that I have even had to write to explain myself when it seems so bloody obvious to me and to most others, that parents of children with disabilities are struggling everyday with so many different things and you are begrudging me, and them, the little bit of help and respite we get from the government because you are jealous of our income??... Try walking in our shoes for a day, a week, a month, a year and then tell me that it is out of order that we get this and you don't.

Grow up and Wake up - Life isn't all equal and maybe you need to stop wallowing in self pity and respect what you have.

Think of it this way... What we get for Kyd is only a tiny percentage of what Hoff pays in Tax... meaning we are just taking out only a tiny bit of what he is already putting in!... you can call it a tax rebate if it makes you feel better...

Dear So & So... The Rioter edition...

Dear Rioters in London & Beyond,

Are you f**king serious??... What the hell are you going to achieve by this?... Proving the fact that you are just idiotic Sheep?... that you can't think for yourself??... OR that you are just brain dead idiots??

If you like to fight and like to see chaos then I think maybe you should join the armed forces... although by now you wouldn't be accepted due to your new Police Records.. Well done for that! :rollseyes:... Doesn't that say something when even the Army think you're useless scum!!... I believe this could have been a good career move for you as then maybe you could go and defend yourselves from similar people to yourselves... except they play with Bombs! See how you get on then ay big man/woman??... Maybe if idiots like you had the discipline of the army it would allow the good men and woman of the armed forces to come home to their law abiding families and leave you to get blown up and lose your world and lives instead as this would be less of a loss... ok this is harsh but I'd pick them over you any day!

Maybe seeing the world of war struck countries will make you appreciate what you've just burnt down. Where life is scarce and precious, where items are earned and appreciated and people are vulnerable to dickheads like you and living in poverty and fear, yet they don't loot or steal from their own. They're living with illness and diseases with no NHS or help from their Government... No friends or family left alive and yet they're still holding their heads high at the same time as holding their babies they haven't been able to feed properly for days, weeks, months! Maybe when you see this you may think 'what have I got to be rioting about again?'

Actually that is a good Question, What are you Rioting about?? Do you actually have a point? or are you just complete idiots. If the point is still the shooting of the man by the Police... do you really think that this is doing his memory any good? He is now known as the cause of the worst riots in Britain in 3 decades... Brilliant well done you! That poor man's family now have to deal with the fact their loved one caused this!! Does this make you feel good? The grief of losing a family member is bad enough this is adding to their pain and this will be documented alongside his name forever more. what an achievement that is!! :rollseyes:

Just to let you idiotic people know... this will make taxes Rise due to having to pay back the cost of the damage you've created. This will also mean funds for things like benefits and the NHS, which you no doubt live on one of, if not both, will be cut... this will also mean the already high numbers of Poverty will rise and with hundreds of people losing their jobs from the shops you've just smashed up, this will make unemployment rise and yet more homelessness and poverty... So if, like the girl on Sky News said, it was you just 'getting your taxes back'... WELL DONE KNOBHEADS, you've created even more of a disaster and expense and hike in fees, costs and taxes than you've ever faced before... So guess what... that couple of hundred quid you get on ebay from the stuff you've looted... isn't gunna get you far!! As clever as you think you are for doing this... The rest of the country, & world for that matter, THINKS YOU'RE A TWAT!!

Yours,

A very pissed off English Woman!!

PS... Swearing at the TV cameras is just making you look like twats!

 

More importantly to me...

 

Dear Parents of the Rioters in London & Beyond,

WHAT THE F**K?? How have you let your offspring of all ages especially the 7,8,9+ year olds get involved in this manic outrageous behaviour? Why are they on their own in the streets of London anyway? and What sort of behaviour is that for that age child or anybody for that matter??

If you plead ignorance I will actually scream! How are you, as a parent, obviously oblivious of their whereabouts or behaviour?!... Or were you there with them passing them the petrol bombs and asking them to carry the loot?? I am very intregued as a parent of a nearly 9 year old as to how you can lose track of your child even when you know half of the city is alight... especially when it's going on around you?!

Why are you not in the streets yourselves searching for your children and dragging them by their ears, hoodies, boxershorts, bra straps etc... back to their homes? Why are you leaving it to the bloody, stretched at the best of times, MET police to fix your kids, which is more than likely caused by your bad parenting? I must stress that, I do understand that this is not always the case and that the best of parents can still have a bad apple in their mix and for you people I still say.... why have you no idea where your child/teenager is Bad apple or not? It's the 3rd day of these riots we all knew they were going to continue, surely you should be aware of this and if they are adamant they are going out then follow them... failing that phone the police yourselves...

If I lived in London or surrounding area, I would have locked my children in the house whatever age and kept them in whatever they said, did or tried! I'd have done it for their safety and their well being. I understand peer pressure I was a teenager not so long ago and I remember how you can get dragged into the mix without being aware... but come on seriously, SORT IT OUT!

You should be ashamed of your offspring whether child or grown up, maybe you need to rethink your parenting techniques. I may sound harsh but if you aren't thinking this already then you're quite simply an idiot! Wake the F**k up!... And If I hear any of you blaming this country or it's facilities for the failing of your child, then I will Scream even louder than before and believe me I am not nice when I'm angry... I go all northern!

 

Yours very angrily,

A fellow parent!

PS if your child comes home with loot of any kind taken from this hideous course of events... Take them down to the police station yourselves... how else will they learn behaviour like this is unacceptable in this country and in General!... If you don't they'll find them eventually... I've probably just seen them on the TV whats the betting the police have too!